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m ••- announced the long looked for entrance of the
So great is the length erf Saint Peters that, until
the Pope, ;; ' n ms procession down the soldier guarded
aisle, came near her position, Mary could distinguish
the spectacle only as a blurred movement. Hut the
m id ex< itement, the vociferous huzzaing ami stamp
• •: c Italians that signaled the entrance of the
j'v-,<- within the church, was «>f itself, to Mary, a
unique experience. She waited in tense expectation
for the approach of the object of this vehement
ador iti '■■' She saw the royal procession of soldiers
and velvet robed church officials; the moving white
feather wands: the ivory throne, borne high on the
shoulders of four attendants.
BUT when her gaze concentrated on the figure of
Leo XIII., everything else — the ceremonial
pageant, the ornate walls of Saint Peter's, the ex
cited multitude — vanished from her view; she be
held :"■ a great awe. as if gazing on death itself, lifted
vi an i LrVritieti. the white, shrunken, ghostly figure
of the old Pontiff. His stin. royal white robes were
no whiter than his face, an<! the big papa]
miter on his head, flashing with diamonds,
seeme I heavy enough to crush the spiritual
shadow that remained of l-e<> XIII. Vet
the eye- underneath the miter fiashe-1 with
a m< re luminous quality than the diamonds
..• ::.'. jeweled headpiece; a mighty spirit
seemed to signal through them. About
Leo's mouth played a smile of satisfaction
and pride in the tribute of his subjects'
love. He extended a thin, transparent
hand fn on .... in the much coveted
blessing. Mary, zealously as any Catholic,
watched for the blessing of the hand for
When the papal procession reached the
altar and the Pope sat in the apostolic
chair of Saint Peter, instantaneous silence
took the place of the wild demonstration
that had followed him down the aisle. Alter
a few moments of this deep silence the high
concealed choir filled the great church with
melody. When the singing ceased, Mary
awoke as from a dream of music.
"Oh, I wish I knew what mass it was
they sar.u!" said to Fraulein Lechner.
"It is a Palestrina mass, madam."
MARY turned toward the tall, earnest
i riesi near her, who had answered her
question. She had noted earlier how keenly
he looked at Roxie and the Baby, and that
also when she and Fraulein Lechner spoke
to each other he seemed pleased. She knew
enough of the symbolism of priestly garbs
in Rome, to read from his red girdle and
blue piped Mack robe and cape that he
v:n> an American student priest.
"I beg your pardon, madam," the priest
spoke in answer to her look. "1 am an
America:; ;::.■: could not but overhear your
question. When one has been away from
America as long as I have, it is indeed a
T/lea>Tirc to hear one's own language spoken.
If you will pardon the liberty, I judge from
your accent that you are Southern, like
myself. I am from New Orleans. I have
>een m >thmg so homelike since I left the South as the
Black Mammy with the l*?autiful Babe."
"Yes, 1 am a Southerner; my tongue would never
let me conceal that fact even if I wished to," Mary
replied. She knew and responded ... warm feel
ing with which one hears her own tongue amid a
As P<.;.<- Leo. seated on his throne, was borne once
more through the midst of the church, a pandemo
nium of excitement reigned anew. The men threw
their hats and shouted, "Long live the Pope! Long
live the P< ■■: «, the King ! " Women waved their hand
kerchiefs or held up their children for the papal bless
ing. With no power of resisting the tremendous en
thusiasm. Mar;/ found herself waving her handker
chief wildly, with tears in her eyes.
As the Pope neared them, the tall Southern priest
pave Mary a quick look as if to ask her a question.
She understood as if by telepathy and nodded her
head excitedly. In the next moment, despite Roxie's
frightened re istance, he lifted the American Baby to
a greater height than any black .eyed bambino in all
Saint Peter's could boast. The American Baby
thi light it was a glorious game of toss like that other
taD being he i ailed "Dada" used to play with him.
AUthea ■•■• tretched hands were in the game! And
there was another, a white, wise, shining one. who
ivas also lifted high, and signaled a message straight
t" him. Baby waved his most charming salute to
the white, shining one; the papal blessing in return
dropped its benediction on him.
When the red c-urtains of the Vatican closed behind
Pope Leo, the Italians became sane again. Quietly
the immense crowd streamed out through the great
bronze doors of Saint Peter's. The tall priest put
the American Baby again into Roxie's arms, bowed
o Man' and Fraulein Lechner, and went his way.
Mary walked slowly behind the fraulein and Roxie,
her mind .... the unusual experience.
T-JMI-! thoughts were suddenly and sharply brought
Xi back to the ordinary world by the sight of two
familiar figures. Going out of the bronze doors on
the opposite side, she saw the English clergyman
with tfu» Fn.rlic*! nffim TV>». ..VT,l;in.-ition of the
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JULY 18. 1909
likeness thai had ber now flashed upon ht-r.
■ Hamilton was
■ • in Rome! !■ i ternation at the turn
Mai Felt 1 tif fal i '■" her,
»uld be <' : in the eyes of both. lk-r
night na I I to hide herself in the
Sh< ■ Let-hner's arm in
■ ■ lead
ixie with ; not to feel Mai nerv-
Mai iw with d<
etrayed 1 Mar-.
• ■ 1 not
■ ' t the m
CRAULEIX LECHXER, itgivesi
■ Mr. 1 i.!-- at ml "W I not ex
t the ]
me sc : " ;
"Mi Marshall, charmed. 1
I rcely ref rail
ton , ]
'Mi " ■
n to Ei
find no i travel
By Cora Lapham-Hazard
Mid longed for swcri- of Sibyl*! witching lips
There flits like hummingbird that honey sips,
A little smile which doth beguile
The tvart o' me.
My captive art is an unwilling thrall.
And seeks to answer to my trembling call ;
In durance cold the witch doth hold
The heart o' me.
ill. by some magic that no man canst tell.
By some swret sorcery, shr casts a spell ;
The smile m d'-.ir becomes a tear —
Mv heart for aye.
1 lay beneath he» ruthless, flitting feet.
My bondage is forever and complete ;
That little tear, it sure didst queer
The heart o' me.
would find •'' a pleasure to assist her." replied rap
tain Hamilton, rejoicing to see the color in Mar;
averted fare that told him she understood.
Mary was speechless, submerged in the tumble of
her card houses. After all her equivocations ami
reservations, she was unprepared to have her veil of
mystery thus unexpectedly rent from her. Captain
Hamilton felt as one awaiting the dawn of light.
Yet Miss Marshall — ying to Egypt — those two rev
elations swam upon his mental horizon like rosy
clouds of hope.
" Pardon me. FrSulein Lechner, but I fear we have
no time to lose, if we catch our train," said Mary, re
joicing at this valid excuse for ending the embarrass
ing situation. 'We take the two o'clock train to
Naples,*-' she explained to the clergyman, ignoring
the son pointedly.
"Then allow us to see you ladies to your carriage, "
answered the reverend man, blissfully unaware that
he was playing a part in a little game of fate. As
Mary was still looking directly at him in order !•>
avoid another's eyes, lie stepped t<> her side to lead
the way, leaving his son to follow with Fraulein
Lechner. Roxie, and the American Baby. Blissfully
unaware a^ain was he of the anathemas his son was
breathing upon him behind his back.
Mary quickly discovered, waiting near the Bernini
colonnade in the piazza, the carriage she had used
in going to Saint Peter's. She and iulein Lechner,
seated therein, bowed their adieus to the two Eng
lishmen; Fraulein Lechner very graciously to both.
Mary beamingly to the elder man. but frigidly to the
young man, who stared boldly at her with a mingled
look of admiration and challenge.
WHEN the Italian driver hail lashed hi.-* horses
away, Cyril Hamilton turned excitedly to his
father and said. "Great guns, pater!" with such ■ve
hemence that that man stared at him in amazement.
"You don't mean to say that you have known all
along my Madonna
with the Bambino"'"
he continued. "Why,
II you've been
iiere almost a week and
lu-r' Where did you
y< i-.i manage to find out
so much about her"'"
" It seems, my boy,"
began the clergyman
with the deliberation
of his pulpit manner.
"that we chance t<>
have met the same
very charming young
lady upon our travels.
I met Mi>s Marshall
and her < ierman chap
eron as 1 was going
over Kirn; Ludwig's
Castle of \rue>< hwan
v*c:::. As '.\ c three were
the "lay Englishspeak
i:;.- people among a
large crowd all bound
f< >r The Passion Play,
we naturally drifted
into an acquaintance.
Miss Marshall is going up the Nile to join friends
at Luxor. I had no idea, to be sure, that you knew
her. She didn't mention — "
"My name." finished Cyril shamefacedly. "To
be sure she didn't, pater; i<rr she didn't know it. In
fact, you have been much more lucky than I. The
truth "is, pater. I made an idiot of myself and rushed
in where angels were not allowed, you know, and got
a snubbing. But that Baby, pater?" asked Hamil
ton, eager to get at the root of the mystery.
"Miss Marshall is taking the baby to its parents at
Luxor. A hurried journey, sickness of the father, or
something of that sort, prevented the mother from
taking the little fell* w along with her. therefore, this
young lady, the godmother of the child 1 believe she
told me, undertook the responsibility of traveling
with a baby to the Orient. Game people, these
Americans: very attractive, these American girls;
very fascinating and beautiful, these Southern girl ..
] have been told that they are all tlirts. You had
better avoid seeing this dangerous young lady."
"1 like your unselfishness, pater. After us ii all
sorts '■[ v.ik-s and your clerical credentials to get in
the good graces of a beautiful young lady, now you
recommend me to keep away."
"But if Miss Marshall has snubbed you once, she
may repeat it. She is thorough] capable of looking
after herself as well as that Baby."
Til take my chances, pater, the first of which is
to catch the two o'clock train to Naples. Goodby,
pater. Send Jenkins on with my boxes. I'll write
you full particulars. Haven't time to explain now."
Till elder Hamilton stood looking after the cab
into which his son had jumped; then, beckoning
a watchful driver to himself, he p.t into the carriage
and gave the name « .f his hotel. The Italian, think
ing the English signor gave another order, turned.
But the clerical man was only misquoting American
poetry under his breath, something like this:
Thus it is our children leave us,
Whin we're '.1-1 and lean ut>"n them.
And he follows where she leads him.
Leaving all things for the stranger.
Jo be continued next Sunday.